It's no longer painful
But I still don't find
The occasional reminder
That I only exist when invoked
To be flattering.

Something reminds you of me
and I become undeniable
And you hurry to let me know.

Maybe you want to reconnect for a moment.
It's nice to be touched.
So I accept your premise, 
and make myself warm.

Untouched, 
I dissipate
Until something else
Insists on my corporeality 
And you let me know once again
That I am.

When I was younger I thought the void
Would be preferable to the life I had
And now, having been and not been,
It feels more or less the same.